There were "bits" before seeing the owl. The kinglet..
The yellow rump
The male black-throated blue
And finally, Gorgeous. It was so windy. The owl moved around maybe trying to find a more secure branch.
Higher up, but this branch was also a rocker.
This was the final tree before the owl flew west and was not seen again. This was good as a flock of crows flew in and heaven only knows what would have happened had owl met crows.
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